#penitentbeggar

Actual snacks. Not made from hair.

"Man, hosting is hard work..." And he wasn't even planning on doing it at first! He was going to do a repeat of last year's 'one man "party"' before realizing he actually has people he could invite over this time. And a decent amount too.

(More than he expects, even, though he doesn't know about it yet).

It's a little weird. He's trying not to think about it too much or he might do something embarassing like start crying about it.

Well, anyway. With the preparations complete, he has just enough time to make himself presentable before there are knocks on his door.

"Come on in, it's not locked!" Really, it never is.

“I have a friend I am getting the married to! Her name is Yolanda! Does that mean we are what people call BESTEST of friends? How come we didn’t get the marriage?” Yeah, that’s weird and they have to change that! He’s going to marry ALL of his friends!

Oh, for Jade Emperor's sake.

He's gonna do it.

I VOW TO LIVE! NOT SURVIVE. NOT EXIST. LIVE, GODDAMMIT!

WHAT a long day today has been. Romanus feels as if he’s been at his office for 3 whole years and when he finally was able to step out of the building and into the dimly lit night, he felt he  could breathe. Damn. HAS he even eaten since the morning? He can’t remember. 

Hands are shoved into the pockets of his pants. The moment he’s stepped out, he’s unbuttoned his dress shirt fully. It’s WAY too hot to be wearing it buttoned up!

“What am I going to eat for dinner?” he muses to himself out loud. 

Slowly, the black dragon comes to a stop when he notices some guy leaned against the gate of his home. With an arched eyebrow, Romanus approaches from behind.

 ⚔️ //  how  funny  it  was  ,  to  find  herself  in  EXACTLY  the  right  place  at  the  right  time.  though  time  itself  now  swore  its  fealty  to  her  beck  and  call  ,  so  often  times  did  byleth  find  herself  FOLLOWING  its  whims  as  it  wound  and  twisted  and  turned.  and  so  once  more  she  found  herself  at  the  edge  of  a  precipice  ,  REACHING  OUT  her  hand  to  the  lost  and  the  fallen.

       as  the  rain  drenched  the  city  in  a  muggy  mist  ,  byleth  simply  WATCHED  the  stranger  beside  her.  his  entire  countenance  was  one  that  was  heavy  and  FORLORN.  as  though  the  world  bore  its  weight  upon  his  shoulders  ,  although  CLEARLY  the  foundation  upon  which  he  stood  threatened  to  crumble  and  crack. t’was  not  made  of  STONE  but  his  house  he  had  built  upon  sand.

                        and  the  rain  roared  in  downpour.  oh ,  it  poured.

         like  a  star  byleth  watched  from  afar.  staying  STILL. staying silent.  she  collected  her  thoughts  in  the  space  between  them.  but  her  eyes  ,  those  which  GLOWED  ethereal  in  the  dim  never  left  his  shuddering  form.  and  then  ,  finally  ,  as  THUNDER  pealed  across  the  dark  clouds  in  the  heavens  ,  byleth  took  a  step  and  lowered  herself  to  his  level. 

           “do  not  feel  ashamed  to  weep  ,  if  you  must  weep.”

He hadn’t at all anticipated something like this happening when all he had wanted to do was take a casual walk through the Cotes ward. Maybe take in some scenery, spend some time looking around since he had hardly had much of a chance in his first visit into the area…

But peace isn’t what he finds.

Instead, the moment he gets closer to the large Eternal Tree, something pelts his head — and another, and another, until it’s a whole group of the living marshmallows staging an assault on the poor unsuspecting vampire.

He has no clue about the audience he has either, only able to swat away the apparently living sweets, bristling and letting out a displeased hiss in their direction as he tries to get the annoying pests to let him be.

“Agh! Someone help me stop these things!” He’s now trying to cover his head with his hands as he runs past his onlooker.